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HE was a Grecian lad who coming home	A
With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily	B
Stood at his galley's prow and let the foam	A
Blow through his crisp brown curls unconsciously	B
And holding wave and wind in boy's despite	C
Peered from his dripping seat across the wet and stormy night	C
	-
Till with the dawn he saw a burnished spear	D
Like a thin thread of gold against the sky	E
And hoisted sail and strained the creaking gear	D
And bade the pilot head her lustily	B
Against the nor'west gale and all day long	F
Held on his way and marked the rowers' time with measured song	F
	-
And when the faint Corinthian hills were red	G
Dropped anchor in a little sandy bay	H
And with fresh boughs of olive crowned his head	G
And brushed from cheek and throat the hoary spray	H
And washed his limbs with oil and from the hold	I
Brought out his linen tunic and his sandals brazen soled	I
	-
And a rich robe stained with the fishes' juice	J
Which of some swarthy trader he had bought	I
Upon the sunny quay at Syracuse	K
And was with Tyrian broideries inwrought	I
And by the questioning merchants made his way	H
Up through the soft and silver woods and when the labouring day	H
	-
Had spun its tangled web of crimson cloud	I
Clomb the high hill and with swift silent feet	I
Crept to the fane unnoticed by the crowd	I
Of busy priests and from some dark retreat	I
Watched the young swains his frolic playmates bring	L
The firstling of their little flock and the shy shepherd fling	L
	-
The crackling salt upon the flame or hang	M
His studded crook against the temple wall	B
To Her who keeps away the ravenous fang	M
Of the base wolf from homestead and from stall	B
And then the clear voiced maidens 'gan to sing	L
And to the altar each man brought some goodly offering	L
	-
A beechen cup brimming with milky foam	A
A fair cloth wrought with cunning imagery	B
Of hounds in chase a waxen honey comb	A
Dripping with oozy gold which scarce the bee	B
Had ceased from building a black skin of oil	B
Meet for the wrestlers a great boar the fierce and white tusked	I
spoil	B
	-
Stolen from Artemis that jealous maid	I
To please Athena and the dappled hide	I
Of a tall stag who in some mountain glade	I
Had met the shaft and then the herald cried	I
And from the pillared precinct one by one	N
Went the glad Greeks well pleased that they their simple vows had	I
done	N
	-
And the old priest put out the waning fires	O
Save that one lamp whose restless ruby glowed	I
For ever in the cell and the shrill lyres	O
Came fainter on the wind as down the road	I
In joyous dance these country folk did pass	O
And with stout hands the warder closed the gates of polished brass	O
	-
Long time he lay and hardly dared to breathe	P
And heard the cadenced drip of spilt out wine	Q
And the rose petals falling from the wreath	R
As the night breezes wandered through the shrine	Q
And seemed to be in some entranc d swoon	S
Till through the open roof above the full and brimming moon	S
	-
Flooded with sheeny waves the marble floor	T
When from his nook upleapt the venturous lad	I
And flinging wide the cedar carven door	T
Beheld an awful image saffron clad	I
And armed for battle the gaunt Griffin glared	I
From the huge helm and the long lance of wreck and ruin flared	I
	-
Like a red rod of flame stony and steeled	I
The Gorgon's head its leaden eyeballs rolled	I
And writhed its snaky horrors through the shield	I
And gaped aghast with bloodless lips and cold	I
In passion impotent while with blind gaze	O
The blinking owl between the feet hooted in shrill amaze	O
	-
The lonely fisher as he trimmed his lamp	U
Far out at sea off Sunium or cast	I
The net for tunnies heard a brazen tramp	U
Of horses smite the waves and a wild blast	I
Divide the folded curtains of the night	I
And knelt upon the little poop and prayed in holy fright	I
	-
And guilty lovers in their venery	T
Forgat a little while their stolen sweets	O
Deeming they heard dread Dian's bitter cry	T
And the grim watchmen on their lofty seats	O
Ran to their shields in haste precipitate	I
Or strained black bearded throats across the dusky parapet	I
	-
For round the temple rolled the clang of arms	O
And the twelve Gods leapt up in marble fear	T
And the air quaked with dissonant alarums	O
Till huge Poseidon shook his mighty spear	T
And on the frieze the prancing horses neighed	I
And the low tread of hurrying feet rang from the cavalcade	I
	-
Ready for death with parted lips he stood	I
And well content at such a price to see	O
That calm wide brow that terrible maidenhood	I
The marvel of that pitiless chastity	I
Ah well content indeed for never wight	I
Since Troy's young shepherd prince had seen so wonderful a sight	I
	-
Ready for death he stood but lo the air	T
Grew silent and the horses ceased to neigh	V
And off his brow he tossed the clustering hair	T
And from his limbs he threw the cloak away	H
For whom would not such love make desperate	I
And nigher came and touched her throat and with hands violate	I
	-
Undid the cuirass and the crocus gown	W
And bared the breasts of polished ivory	I
Till from the waist the peplos falling down	W
Left visible the secret mystery	I
Which to no lover will Athena show	X
The grand cool flanks the crescent thighs the bossy hills of snow	X
	-
Those who have never known a lover's sin	Y
Let them not read my ditty it will be	I
To their dull ears so musicless and thin	Y
That they will have no joy of it but ye	I
To whose wan cheeks now creeps the lingering smile	B
Ye who have learned who Eros is O listen yet a while	B
	-
A little space he let his greedy eyes	O
Rest on the burnished image till mere sight	I
Half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries	O
And then his lips in hungering delight	I
Fed on her lips and round the towered neck	Z
He flung his arms nor cared at all his passion's will to check	Z
	-
Never I ween did lover hold such tryst	I
For all night long he murmured honeyed word	I
And saw her sweet unravished limbs and kissed	I
Her pale and argent body undisturbed	I
And paddled with the polished throat and pressed	I
His hot and beating heart upon her chill and icy breast	I
	-
It was as if Numidian javelins	O
Pierced through and through his wild and whirling brain	A2
And his nerves thrilled like throbbing violins	O
In exquisite pulsation and the pain	A2
Was such sweet anguish that he never drew	T
His lips from hers till overhead the lark of warning flew	T
	-
They who have never seen the daylight peer	T
Into a darkened room and drawn the curtain	N
And with dull eyes and wearied from some dear	T
And worshipped body risen they for certain	N
Will never know of what I try to sing	L
How long the last kiss was how fond and late his lingering	L
	-
The moon was girdled with a crystal rim	B2
The sign which shipmen say is ominous	O
Of wrath in heaven the wan stars were dim	B2
And the low lightening east was tremulous	O
With the faint fluttering wings of flying dawn	C2
Ere from the silent sombre shrine this lover had withdrawn	C2
	-
Down the steep rock with hurried feet and fast	I
Clomb the brave lad and reached the cave of Pan	D2
And heard the goat foot snoring as he passed	I
And leapt upon a grassy knoll and ran	D2
Like a young fawn unto an olive wood	I
Which in a shady valley by the well built city stood	I
	-
And sought a little stream which well he knew	T
For oftentimes with boyish careless shout	I
The green and crested grebe he would pursue	T
Or snare in woven net the silver trout	I
And down amid the startled reeds he lay	H
Panting in breathless sweet aff	V

Oscar Wilde

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